EPISODE 5

You free, preppy? It's Joaquin.

Kevin was pretty convinced his heart had skipped a beat. It had been a week since their epic make out session at the Drive-In. What with just hook ups in his sexual history and a lack of boyfriend material in this town, he wasn't sure what the proper wait time was. A week felt like forever, though, and he was just starting to worry it had been a one-sided interest.

I can be. Meet me at my house in an hour?

Yes. Address?

He was certainly straight to the point. Kevin shot him a text with the information and shoved his phone in his pocket. He jumped out of his seat with more gust than he intended and everyone's eyes snapped to him. He should have taken in his surroundings better. Once the funeral ended and Cheryl was left to deal with her family, the crew decided to gather at Veronicas.

"Going somewhere, dear?" Ronnie asked, eyebrows raised.

"I just… I forgot I promised my dad I'd head back home after the funeral. With everything happening, he doesn't like me being out late." He explained, leaning over towards the couch and kissing Betty on the cheek. "I'll text you later to check in."

Betty sniffled and gave him a small smile. "Thanks, Kev."

"Don't forget to text me too, stud." Veronica called after him, as he walked to the door. He hesitated and looked back at her. "Go get it." She mouthed and winked.

It was scary how intuitive she could be.

Kevin turned in front of his mirror, admiring his look from all angles. He almost left on his suit just to show off a little. However, if things went how he wanted then he'd risk ruining it. Instead, he opted for a nice tight pair of jeans and his favorite blue flannel that totally flattered his eyes. His phone dinged with an incoming text.

Here. Window or Door?

The time said 7:54pm and Joaquin was outside. He was early and Kevin liked that.

Front door is good. Be right there.

He checked himself one more time, before dashing out his bedroom. When he got to the door, he found a well put together Joaquin waiting for him. His dark messy hair just as Kevin remembered it, that hot leather jacket fitting his frame perfect, and they had the same idea with tight jeans.

"Hey, come on in." Kevin said, moving out of the way. Joaquin stepped in, looking around as he did. "My dad's not home, in case you're worried. I mean, obviously, he's not, but he won't be for a while, either. So, no need to worry." Great, his babbling was kicking in.

Joaquin chuckled, a soft look on his face. "I got it. Thanks. It's a … nice house."

"Thanks. There's not much to it. Would you like a tour?" Kevin asked, unsure of himself. He expected with their other side of the track differences that this would just be a hook up; maybe even a couple hook ups if he was lucky. Which meant he should be showing him straight to the bedroom or couch and not how small his kitchen was.

"Sure. Want to start with your room?" Joaquin asked, stepping into his personal space. His hands found Kevin's waist and his dark gaze was captivating.

"That sounds, uhh… that would be a great place to start. Follow me." Kevin replied, snagging one of Joaquin's hands. They quickly walked upstairs and right into his room. He closed and locked the door behind them, just in case.

As soon as he turned around, Joaquin was pushing his back against it. His hands were on Kevin's waist and his lips hovered over his.

"This is turning into a reoccurring theme, huh?" Kevin joked, laying a hand on his chest while the other wove his fingers into his thick dark hair.

"I'll try to branch out next time." Joaquin replied.

"Next time?" Kevin's eyes twinkled.

"Shut up." Joaquin instructed before capturing his lips in a rough kiss.

In a matter of moments, they were at it again just like the Drive-In. Hands roaming all over and lips fighting for dominance. Kevin let out a small moan as he felt Joaquin's hot tongue glide over his bottom lip. He could feel how hard Joaquin was against him and it was only making his own worse. Something he didn't think possible.

Kevin pulled away, slightly. Joaquin's delicious mouth was shaping into a beautiful smirk. "Bed." He said, sternly. Kevin gripped his partner's waist and pushed him backwards until they fell.

Joaquin laughed and it was quite possibly the greatest sound ever.

He leaned over, ducked Joaquin's lips, and latched onto his neck. He alternated between sucking and gently circling his tongue over the spot. Joaquin's hands found their way under his shirt, grasping at Kevin's back.

"Fuck," Joaquin moaned.

Suddenly the sexy times were halted by the ringing of Kevin's phone. Normally, he'd ignore it, but it was his dad's tone. If he didn't acknowledge the Sheriff, the cop car would be pulling in sooner than Kevin wanted.

"Important?" Joaquin asked. He continued to stroke the portion of Kevin's back he could reach.

"My dad. I need to check it and text him." Kevin responded. He sat up and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. "He's been checking in more than normal the last week. Our house was broken into while we were at the Drive-In." There was a pause between them while Kevin checked his voicemail. He shot a quick text to his dad and put his phone back down.

Joaquin sat up with a concerned expression. "Wait. What happened?"

"It's surreal, but when I got home, the back door was wrecked and all of this stuff from my dad's office was stolen. Like everything he had from the Blossom case." Kevin replied.

"Does he know who did it?"

"No, but it has to be the killer, right? Hence why he's extra protective right now," he answered. Joaquin's expression turned stoic and he dropped his gaze. Well, that's weird. "Hey, my dad is definitely going to catch the guy if that's what you're thinking. He's good at his job."

Joaquin nodded, distracted. "Probably." He stood up from the bed. "I'm going to head out. You know, before your dad gets back."

A wave of disappointment hit Kevin. "Yeah, of course. Makes sense. I'll walk you down."

It was silent as Kevin led the way back down.

"I'll text you," Joaquin said, before walking out the door. There was no last kiss. He didn't even wait for a response from Kevin. He watched his dark haired hottie cross the street and climb onto his bike. He closed the door when he could no longer see Joaquin.

As soon as Joaquin got out of the Keller house, he rode straight to the trailer park. He kicked his stand down and got off his bike. The bruise on his neck was starting to throb, reminding him it was there. He pulled his collar up to try and cover it. He was sure he'd hear shit about that later.

He knocked on the trailer door. There was some shuffling and a curse before it opened to reveal a tipsy FP Jones, glaring. "What do you want? I didn't call you."

"I know, uh, actually I needed to talk to you. Could I come in?" Joaquin asked, shoving his hands in his pocket.

"Fine, but make it quick." FP moved out of the way, let him, and closed the door. "What's this about?"

"Did you…" Joaquin started to ask, hesitantly.

"Did I what?" FP asked. He slowly approached the teenager until he was towering over him.

"Someone broke into the Sheriff's house." He blurted out. He tried not to let his fear seep into his eyes, but FP could be scary, especially when he felt threatened. "Was that you? Or one of the serpents?"

"One of the serpents?" FP repeated. He tilted his head back and forth, eyeing Joaquin up. "You mean was it one of us, right? Because you're a Serpent, aren't you?"

He sighed and broke his gaze. Joaquin could be an idiot sometimes. Of course, FP wasn't going to give him a straight answer which probably meant it was yes. Now, he'd have to deal with a pissed off leader the next few weeks. "Yes. I shouldn't have asked. I'm just gonna go."

He stepped around FP, cautiously. When he reached the door, FP stopped him with his next statement. "It wasn't us." The teen turned back to him, relieved. "How did you find out about it?"

"I… I was doing my job. Staying close to the Keller kid. Like you wanted." Joaquin lied. He didn't think the truth about how he missed the hot preppy kid and was starting to go stir crazy not being near him would go over well.

The satisfied grin on FP's face made his stomach turn. "Well, that makes me very happy to hear. Good work."

He nodded and left the trailer in a haste. He was total shit at reading FP, but he hoped he was telling the truth. If he was, then that meant it likely wasn't a Serpent to kill the Blossom kid.

What difference would that make? You're still screwed, either way, Joaquin told himself. If he had better control over himself, he would bail on Keller, now. It was still early in their thing. Preppy would probably be disappointed; Joaquin knew his feelings weren't one-sided. It wouldn't break his heart, though. He could figure out something to tell FP.

Not seeing him anymore, though, made his chest tighten at the thought. He pulled out his phone and stared at his most recent contact. Kevin. He never did things the right way, clearly. He pressed on it and sent a quick text message.

I'm sorry about earlier. Hope you won't hold it against me.

Barely a minute later, his phone vibrated.

It's ok. Maybe we could do it again sometime?

A small smile appeared over Joaquin's face. Yes. Please.